Pink bondage tape arrived in the mail yesterday. WAHOO! My husband is so good to me. Expect pictures and a review this week.
Don’t you hate it when a super sexy moment is ruined by something silly? The husband took me outside last night into the cool night air (our house was sweltering). Neighbors on one side of us were having a party and there was the possibility of being seen by the neighbors on the other side of us as well. He laid me down on a blanket in the grass and started kissing me. All was well for a few minutes until…. the stupid ass bugs started to eat me! And when they weren’t eating me, they were buzzing in my ear. I’d like to say I’m the kind of lady who wouldn’t let a few little bugs get to me but I can’t. Bugs on me=I can’t concentrate on sexy fun=I’m not having any sexy fun. But all was not lost. We had a good laugh about the insects and took our activities back inside. We planted ourselves in front of a fan and orgasms were had by all. Take that, mosquitoes!
Barring any unforeseen developments, we’ll be hitting up the strip club next Saturday. I’m torn – visit the club we usually go to or try a new one?
Half-Nekkid Thursday is going Olympic this week. Check out the details here. My terribly uncreative mind is having a hard time with this one. But I’m sure we’ll have fun figuring something out.
I had a lovely date with my man today. We went to see The Dark Knight and then, since the kids didn’t want to leave the grandparents yet, out to dinner and… wait for it… Target. Oh so romantic! The evening was filled with fun, flirting, and discussion about some of our fellow bloggers. Great dinnertime conversation!
To finish off, here’s a hot little video that I’ve added to my favorites. Enjoy!
“I wonder how many of those people up there get a show?” wonders Hub, about the nearby apartment building, as we get back into the car after visiting the “adult boutique.” By the tone of his comment, I know it’s time for me to put on my show. I open the glove compartment and remove the vibrator that has been hiding there. We decide to visit the Lovers store to continue our search for thigh high stockings before picking up the kids. We’re about twenty minutes away from the store. More than enough time for me to get off.
As I ponder the thought of someone seeing our little romp during the drive, a story I’ve read earlier in the week comes to mind. I start to tell Hub about the hot, unintentionally-exhibitionist fun Bad Bad Girl has written about. A tryst in a parked car with a dominant, bossy man with others watching. Very exciting and beyond hot. Then he orders me to take off my pants. The man who never orders me to do anything has just forcefully told me to strip. That alone is enough to get me wet. I eagerly obey, dropping my pants to the floor. I recline my seat, turn on the vibe, and set it on my clit. I try to position myself so that he can enjoy the show without having to turn his head too far. Soon he picks up the camera and starts to record the action. I am enjoying all of this – pleasuring myself, letting him watch, being filmed. Every so often he’ll give me an order. This only inflames me more. Soon the vibrator isn’t enough. I hold it in place with one hand and stick two fingers from my other hand into my pussy. I’m wet already and I know this is only the start.
Just a few minutes from our destination and I am feeling my orgasm building. I am aware of nothing else. If anyone has noticed what is going on inside our car, I’m blissfully oblivious. Now I must come. For him, for myself. I am rubbing the vibe on my clit as I push my fingers in and out of my pussy. I come and it is breathtaking. The thrill of having just been so close to a gorgeous girl mixed with the excitement of getting myself off in front of my husband, in the car where someone might see, has added a divine facet to this orgasm.
I look over at him, grinning and relaxed. He smiles back. Minutes later we pull into the parking lot at Lover’s. After parking, he leans over to kiss me then pulls away and smiles again. I adore this man. I pull my pants back on, knowing that they will be soaked through in seconds, I am so wet. “Well, that is unfortunate, isn’t it?” he says with a smirk. We enter the store, hand in hand. And I know that our fun for the night has only just begun.
So here’s my (the husband’s) quick take on the strip club the other night:
Holy crap. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anything hotter than watching Roxy take my wife’s hand and slowly slide it up her leg, all the while rubbing her pussy back and forth across my wife’s leg, rubbing her tits and sticking her chest up to my wife’s face. And this was the girl she picked out. And I went and got her. Damn I’m one lucky guy. Of course, sadly, just as we were leaving, the girl from our last visit who let Coy suck her nipples was walking in. Guess we’ll have to arrive a bit later next time…
Filed Under (sex, strip club) by Coy Pink on 04-08-2008
Kids dropped off at babysitter’s house – check.
Down a couple of drinks – check.
Wallet full of cash – check.
Looks like we’re ready to hit up the strip club!
We pull into the parking lot at the club and have no trouble finding parking because it is D-E-A-D. Admittedly, we’re there pretty early for a Saturday night. So while there will be less chance for shy little me to blend in, I know we’ll have our pick of dancers. This is our third visit to this club. My third visit to a strip club ever. I’m more comfortable there now but there is still a part of me that feels a bit sheepish. It’s a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Other than the dancers and waitresses, I’m the only girl there. I find this fact equal parts silly and thrilling. I especially stand out tonight since there are only about ten patrons in the club. But I know that my husband is enjoying this. Walking in there together is a statement to all who see us – this guy is getting laid tonight. We pay our cover charge, pick out a seat, and settle in to watch the girls shake their stuff.
The dancer that is on stage when we come in is a bit scary. I waste no time telling Hub that I don’t care to have a private dance with her. (She came to talk to us later on in the night and it turns out she has the same name as one of our daughters. Yet another reason I wouldn’t be enjoying that dance!) We sip our drinks as we watch the girls cycle through on the stage. They’re beautiful. Many of them are quite impressive with their pole skills. I am earnestly trying to decipher their tattoos. I wonder about their lives. I marvel at how they walk on shoes with such high heels. But I need to stop thinking, picking apart the situation and start enjoying show. I’m missing out on all of the jiggling tits and pussy flashing while I’m busy wondering if they ever fall over on stage. Sometimes it’s hard for me to turn off my brain and just let go.
When it becomes clear that we’ve seen all of the dancers working that night, I tell my husband which two I might be interested in getting a private dance from. One is an older (by strip club standards) blond. She’s not too tall, has a nice body, and doesn’t appear aloof (this is important to me). The other dancer I point out is Roxy. Although she’s very beautiful, she doesn’t have the stereotypical look of a stripper. It’s obvious that without her giant shoes, she is of average height. She has straight brown hair cut in an inverted bob (I love this cut). Her body is amazing. Not stick thin, curvy in all the right places. The clincher – her glasses. She looks smart and sassy as she crosses the club to the stage. She looks like a real girl. She’s confident and sexy, never once getting the bored look on her face that many strippers have. She’s my first choice. We wait to see if she will work her way to our table but she never does. Hub takes matters into his own hands and approaches her. Though she hasn’t danced for many women or couples, she agrees. We follow her back to the VIP dance area.
She points to the seat I should sit in and slips off her shoes. She chats with me for a minute, waiting for the next song to start. My husband is sitting on the seat next to mine, smiling over at us. She slips off her sheer skirt as the song starts and moves closer to me. She has me spread my legs and straddles my knee. She grinds herself onto me and I am in heaven as she leans in close. It’s all happening in a blur. One moment she’s standing in front of me, shaking her ass. The next she’s right up in my face, allowing my hands to caress her hips and thighs. I want to touch her but I don’t want to be rude. She likely deals with men groping her all the time, I want to be different. I look up into her face and want to melt. She pulls her top down and lets me touch her breasts. At this moment I am aware of nothing more than this gorgeous girl, right in my face, biting my neck, and allowing me to touch her hungrily. Too soon the song ends. I look expectantly over at my husband, my eyes asking for permission for one more dance. He eagerly agrees. The second dance is more of the same intoxicating hotness. She is all over me. Running her hands across my breasts as she wiggles on my lap, moaning softly in my ear. I lose myself in the moment, believing for the few short minutes she’s with me that she wants to be there.
The second song ends and we stand up. She and I both giggle nervously. I thank her, telling her how cute I think she is. She smiles and compliments me on my hair. I am floating. My husband pays her and he and I walk back to our table. More people are filling the club now and it appears that more dancers are working. We chat and laugh together, enjoying our evening. I tell him he can get a dance if he likes, I won’t be jealous. He smiles at me, saying he’s just happy to be there with me. I beam, thinking to myself what a lucky girl I am. We watch the dancers for a while longer but I don’t see anyone else I’m dying to get a private dance from. I can see that the night isn’t going quite the way Hub had planned. He scans the club, looking for Roxy. One more dance?, he asks. Who am I to turn that kind of offer down? He finds Roxy and she leads me by the hand to the back of the VIP area.
The last dance is much like the first two but with more roaming hands. She leads my hand up the inside of her thigh. I run my hands across her chest. I wish I could kiss her. I try to savor the moment and soak it all in, knowing we’ll be leaving soon. She laughs and smiles at my husband. She is so sweet and adorable, I wish I could take her home with me. As Hub pays her she mischievously says she’ll be keeping her eye out for the two of us. After the treatment she’s given me tonight, I’ll be looking for her too. Roxy is my new dream girl.
Having spent a good deal of time and money at the club, we decide it’s time to leave. Time to head back to our real life. We walk to the car, hand in hand. I’m still floating in a dreamy state, on a high from being so close to a girl. We get into the car, Hub in the drivers seat. We may be heading back to our lives of being Mommy and Daddy but there is still some time until we get to the kids. The gleam in my husband’s eye tells me he has something planned for the drive. Little do I know this night will end up being one of the hottest nights ever.
